Everything Was Rosy

Friday night, I glanced out the window and saw our world through rose-colored glasses. I was lucky enough to snap the below photo before the color dimmed. (Click any image for the bigger picture.)

LOOKING SOUTHEAST AT SUNSET FRIDAY.  EVERYTHING WAS ROSY.

Friday was a day filled with little wonders. We’ve lived here on the Mediterranean Sea for more than 14 months. In that time, San Geraldo had not once set foot on the beach. He’d thought about it. He’d talked about it. But he’d never done it. Until Friday.

THE VIEW OUTSIDE THE LIVING ROOM SATURDAY AFTERNOON.
POOR SAN GERALDO.  SUCH A LONG WALK TO THE SAND!

I was thinking of going for a walk on the beach and San Geraldo volunteered to go with me. When we got downstairs, Elena and her daughter Paula (11) were sitting at the café next door having ice cream. Elena, seeing San Geraldo in trunks (aka, a bathing suit) and carrying a beach towel under his arm, called out in shock, “I don’t believe it!” We stopped for a visit, but I said we really had to go before he changed his mind. I wasn’t kidding. We crossed the street. San Geraldo took off his sandals and his T-shirt. He put his bare feet in the sand. We walked down to the water. We walked in the water. San Geraldo looked for sea glass. And then he even went for a swim! After about 45 minutes, he had had enough. But he told me he liked it!


SAN GERALDO AFTER HIS SWIM FRIDAY.
SATURDAY FROM THE TERRACE.
SATURDAY ON THE BEACH AGAIN — SANS SAN GERALDO THIS TIME.
VIKINGS!!!  STROKE!  STROKE!  STROKE!

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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